The difference begins at sundown,

when holiness arrives.

Not as some theologians construct,

but as a God-created-reality.

A creation in itself,

where, when we walk,

we walk submerged in the sacred,

not in a thought,

rather with tactile sensation.

The air is different,

down to its chemical components.

O2 for oxygen, H for Holy.

O2H1, the atmosphere of Sabbath.

Not as mere memorial of other

God-willed-acts,

but as an act of God’s will itself.

We are asked to remember.

How can we forget?

Those who do not know

walk within this sea

and only do not know yet

that they are wet,

soaked in this different time.

Can you feel it running down your arm?

Your hair is soaked, with holiness.

All from a swim in Spirit.